Page 23 of Capo Baby, All Of Your Heart Will Do
“Fuck yes! I got rid of the bodies, and I came over, but your beamer wasn’t here. So, I knew you were out, most likely on a contract. I’m fucking buzzing from the kill, and at the same time, I feel an ache in my chest,” Nicola says, rubbing his chest.
“Fuck, Nicola, I never wanted you to experience that damn anguish in taking a life. I’m sorry that they mistake you for me,” I say, shaking my head.
“Fuck, don’t do that! I’m a D’Angelo. I was born into this world. So don’t push me away like you always do,” Nicola snarls, pressing his lips tight into line.
“Fuck! Nicola, you only have a few months to go; you’re almost done; you can go into law school,” I growl, shaking my head.
“I don’t fucking want to do that! I want to be a Made Man like Papà and you,” Nicola says, lowering his eyelids.
“No! This life is not for you! You have the opportunity to become someone, to do something with your life,” I yell, pointing at him.
“Fuck you, Chris! I’m not going into law, and I need you to help me get in, or I’ll find someone that will,” Nicola yells, waving his hands, his eyes bright, a flush in his cheeks.
“Fuck, Mamma will kill me if I get you involved with Capolla,” I growl, shaking my head.
“That’s too fucking bad. Mamma will have to get used to it as she did with you. I’m going to graduate this year, and I want to start training harder with you,” Nicola says, resting his hands on his waist.
“It’s not easy; you will need to prove your worth; it takes time, Nicola,” I growl, shaking my head.
“I don’t fucking care! I got this! You made it, and I will too. It’s part of me; it’s in blood, just like it’s in yours,” Nicola huffs, shaking his head.
“Fuck! You’re a fucking stubborn fucker,” I snarl, scrubbing my face.
“Fuck you! You’re just as stubborn,” Nicola snarls, pointing at me.
“Hell, those motherfuckers are the ones that killed Papà,” I ask, rubbing my neck, looking out the window at the rain pouring down.
“That’s what the fucker said. So, I took their wallets, to check out the two motherfuckers,” Nicola says, pulling out the wallets from his jacket.
“Fuckingtastic, you took out Papà’s killer,” I grunt, taking the wallets.
I open the wallets looking at their driver’s license. I can feel my heart stop and then it starts pounding hard in my chest; my blood drains from my face. The motherfuckers are the Santoro’s Soldatos.
Fuck!
“These motherfuckers were the Santoro Crime family Soldatos. I think that Papà took out his Papà because it was a contract, most likely from the Boss. We will never know why, but we need to remain alert because it can be the beginning of a shit show or the end,” I say, nodding.
“Fuck! That means it’s good that I killed the motherfuckers,” Nicola says, nodding.
“Yeah, it’s fucking great that you took them out. I’m proud of you! Thank fuck you were training for a long time,” I say, taking a drink of Whiskey.
“That’s what I say, asshole. I’m glad that you finally gave in and started training. But, dude, I need a shower; I can’t show up at the house like this. Mamma will get upset; this is not fucking worth it since I took care of the problem,” Nicola says, finishing off the Whiskey.
“Indeed. You can use the guest room; I’ll get you some clothes. By the way, I have my girl here, so don’t fucking wake her up. I’ll introduce you two later after we sleep a few hours,” I say, crossing my arms, bouncing on my heels.
I can’t fucking help it.
Just thinking of Noelle makes me so damn happy.
“Your girl,” Nicola smirks, his lips turning up, furrowing his forehead.
“Yeah, motherfucker! You will be on your best behavior, you got me,” I say, staring at him raising my eyebrow.
“Got you,” Nicola says, nodding.
“Let’s get some sleep,” I say, walking out of my office looking at my watch.
Yeah, just a few hours will do.
